We've just begun recovering from a two-week vacation.
I know. That sounds ridiculous. But with a 16-month-old, traveling any significant distance can be more than challenging; it can be downright absurd. That was my thought on the airplane as we headed across the country. (The airplane had no changing table; the baby did not sleep easily at all and was squirming at least half of the time he was in our laps; he was screaming for a good fifteen minutes before he finally slept; etc.)
On the other hand--we did have, for the most part, a good time once we got off the plane. It's just that...I can't describe it right now; too tired.
Okay I'll try. With a 16-month-old who wants to touch, see, taste, hear, point to, understand, everything--and in crowded airports, unfamiliar houses, along hazardous stone walkways--and so forth...
At any rate. It was difficult. We've vowed not to travel in an airplane with our son for at least two more years. And we'll probably limit ourselves to three-hour-maximum road trips before then.
However. We had a good time. More on that when I have a few more brain cells working.
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